Between the lips and the voice something goes dying. Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion
Where in the world is Spiderman?
the life and times of an 18 inch spiderman doll
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
About Me
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- Name: BatJay
- Location: California, US
nagpatuli ako nung ako ay grade 3. i also like to pick my nose while waiting for my wife finish taking a bath.
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